But then, I decided it was time to return to normalcy and picked it up."Hi, it's me. How are you?" George's voice had a smile in it."Oh,... good morni...g. I'm OK. OK, I guess. The guilt is starting to sink in. How about you?" I feel great, Jackie. You are a wonderful lover! Don't think I've ever told anyone that before. I mean it! Wonderful! It was too good for guilt. Don't you think."'George, you are incorrigible. I wish I could say that I don't feel the guilt. I envy you."But,... truth,. . except phobias."You'll emerge physically fit, able to run ten miles in 40 minutes ... and keep running all day. Swim like a fish, the lungs of a Sherpa, speak and understand any language and dialect ... fit right in with the natives."What do you say? Want to sign up?"Oh, wait, there's more. Sexual prowess ... the member of a Holmes ... attractive to females ... or males, if you so desire. People, basically humanoid, male or female, will WANT to be your friend."We won't put you with spiders or. .. chaos ... and claustrophobia.In an effort to stem this overwhelming sense of overcrowding, I decided immediately upon arriving that I would not shut myself into a small apartment ... I would not live in a shoebox surrounded by other shoeboxes.I hence sought out a realtor firm that handled houses. Armed with my deceased parent's money, I was quickly accommodated by droves of real-estate agents ... most of whom exuded plenty of charm, but little trustworthiness.The realtor I eventually hired. “Contact the State Department, and ask them,” I shot back. I fucking hurt, and didn’t feel like dealing with being interrogated.Oddly enough, I think he did just that.I was bundled up onto a gurney, and shoved into an ambulance. At the hospital, they took x-rays, and found that my scapula had been bruised from the baton strike. I’d never known a bone could get bruised. They put a large blue gel wrap around my shoulder to reduce swelling. There was no damage to my skull thankfully, but if my.